I wish I possessed the skill to hold a grudge
cause you just think I’m weak now
and I hate feeling weak but I’m me
and if I can’t hold a grudge I can hold your stuff while you tie your shoes and I can hold your problems till they poison me
Cause I’d rather be helpful than strong
and I don’t think I can even be helpful sometimes so why do you still like me again?
No, tell me
I wish you knew how smart I was cause the looks you give me make me feel so inferior. But it doesn’t make sense, cause you know me so well.
And if you know me so well you must know by heart is breaking cause I want to catch up with you but you can’t catch a break so when you do
I’d want you to hang out with your little brother and not me
Cause he used to think you were superwoman and now he thinks you don’t think about him
at all
But just so you know
I’d die for you
but you’re not that special
Cause I’d die for any of my friends and I’d die for them a thousand painful times over and over
I’d even die for someone I don’t know
which is basically you right now
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